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We're biding time as we wait for the signal
Sharpening blades while we wait out the storm
These cold nights are almost unbearable
But purpose keeps us warm

Pledge allegiance while crossing our fingers
A bark with no bite, no teeth just a roar
You're not a thorn in our side; you're a splinter
We are ready but we're bored
Just holding our place in line
And everything moves too slow now
Breaking away in time

They have the power
We have the numbers now
It's all just a constant illusion
Of control
They break us like horses
How long will we drag their plow?
What will continue to be
Is what we allow…

And still we worship at altars so empty
Consumption of something we don't need at all
Holes we can't fill
A never-ending song;
“Again, from the top now…”

Textbook cases we all fit the profile
Mass surveillance we opened the door
Prey on the fears, the blurred lines of right and wrong
Sped up 'til we can't slow down
And at this velocity
One wrong move and we go down
Brace for the reckoning
They have the power
We have the numbers
It's all just a constant illusion
Of control

They break us like horses
How long will we drag their plow?
What will continue to be
Is what we allow…

Heavy are the chains
We fasten to ourselves
Gathering the thorns
To shape into a crown

Is this saddle comfortable?
Do these reigns feel tight enough?
Will you gallop when you're kicked?
Or throw the rider off

Are you the willing and the able
Or are you spoken for?
Destined to serve what you abhor
Until it all gives out

Listen
Fuck what you call normal
And this pressure to conform
(Break free)
It's your trail to blaze
Or your bridge to burn
They have the power
We have the numbers now
It's all just a constant illusion
Of control

They break us like horses
How long will we drag their plow?
What will continue to be
Is what we allow…

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